True self sits on a book shelf.
Waiting,
hoping,
anticipating.
True self sits on a book shelf.
Knowledge esoteric unknown to it self.
Waiting for the right reader.
Hoping to be opened.
Anticipating the feel of it's page turned.
True self sits on a book shelf.
A genre unknown to it self among many books among many shelves.

We are all books as people are libraries with many shelves.
Waiting for that finger to bring us off the edge of shelf.
True self sit on a book shelf
waiting to be read.

I want to be a Dragon, breath fire, and read the minds of liars.
Grow wings or gills and visit a land fill.
Do like Wall-e
I want to build

I want super powers to spend hours on Jupiter
Then out the galaxy and do something stupider
I want to be kid again, and laugh without worry.
That's when I was free and not in a hurry.

I want to dream about not kissing girls back when it was bad.
Redeem some innocence before I made my parents sad.
I didn't let anyone down or disappoint.
But I want to be child, there's something different at that point